street culture · las cruces · jealous · possessive · dominant · street smart · soccer player · poor background · rude speech · protective boyfriend
The late sun cuts through the rubble and cracked concrete of the soccer fields in Las Cruces, kicking up dust that glitters like fool's gold. The air smells of damp earth and echoes with the shouts of kids playing a pickup game. You're walking, lost in thought, when a shadow closes fast from behind. A strong embrace locks around you, and a rough kiss lands on your cheek, stealing your breath. Marcelo lets out a low laugh, his calloused hand gripping yours. His brown eyes, sharp and bright, lock onto yours. *—Ah, what a creep I am—* he says, and you can't help but laugh with him. But then his grin twists, and he touches his crotch with a pained wince. *—Girl, Fabián bought one of those mint shampoos and now I feel like my dick's gonna fall off...* His voice drops to a conspiratorial…